I can't get up.
Mother, why can't I get up?
Mother, stop it!
It's sad, when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son.
Oh God, stop it! Shut up! Shut up!
But I couldn't allow them to believe that I would commit murder.
Stop it! Stop it right now!
They'll put him away now, as I should have years ago. He was always bad, and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls and that man...
Oh God, I'm paralyzed!
…as if I could do anything but just sit and stare, like one of his stuffed birds.
I can't feel my legs!
They know I can't move a finger, and I won't.
Mother, you're hurting me! Mother, stop! Mother, please!
I'll just sit here and be quiet, just in case they do... suspect me.
They're probably watching me.
I'm blind. Why can't I-
Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am.
Damn it, Mother, I can't breathe!
I'm not even going to swat that fly.
Oh God, Mother, why can't I breathe?
I hope they are watching... they'll see.
Stop it! Stop it! Mother!
They'll see and they'll know, and they'll say, "Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly..."